Stand back I am about to write a poem

And it is about...

Jan 28

And it is about a man looking through a window
But is it really about a man stepping through a window
And what is the window really about
And what is beyond the window and what
is that
Really about

A man looks through a window,
Sees something,
Opens and
Steps through the open window into a world that
In the mind of the narrator
Is partly our world as it is and partly
Yellow sky
The blank desolation of a grey field as far as the eye can
Some malformed rock like extrusions
The camel four square hump addled
A suspicion of snakes

But what is this really about

What this is really about is

Down a hole of memory there should be some cake
A project to unravel
My name written in a white substance on a rock
In a shed
These are the ways of seeing, or devising

Man window stepped through landscape what really
Learning to ride a bike, some scratches on a knee
Grey shorts and socks
A knot in the stomach anticipating what is to be consumed
Filling oneself as a defence

A man through a window in what is now clear
But only in metaphor
These days are scent to quietly insistently
chisel a knowing inside that density we can call our
Nowtimeplace

Really about itself
Self referentiality of a universal constant
Knowing and unknowing
Like bones and memories and a scabby knee all those years past